Alone With My Tears

There are times I complain. 

The times I am complaining are ever decreasing. 

So that it appears a miracle has happened. 

There are times I am alone. 

The times I am alone are ever increasing. 

So that I can come out of my room feeling subdued by tears.
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Rodrigues Avatar
October 31, 2022 at 5:01 PM
I’m glad the complaining is decreasing. Not good for the soul. It can be hard to be alone. It’s good to have things to do and change things up when your feeling down. Hugs…big hugs.
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